The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

Grief is like that, I guess. You think the world should stop, should fall apart with you, but it doesn’t. It keeps going. And you’re left standing in the middle of it, feeling hollow, watching everything move on like the person you loved wasn’t the very center of it all.

it was the sound of grief. Of losing someone who was supposed to always be there, like a part of the air you breathe, a part of the ground you stand on.

“I’ll wait for you to get older. But in the meantime, you don’t have to worry about being alone, okay? I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

The Davis family had a curse. Or at least they liked to think that they did. Our male family members tended to be one look and that’s all kind of people. When they found “the one,” that was it. I hadn’t believed that it was true—it couldn’t be true.

Holy shit. It couldn’t be true…

First steps to becoming a stalker: figuring out everything I could about my girl.

“I can’t believe you’re real, baby girl. You’re perfect.” His words came out like a groan as his hand, rough but careful, traced the curve of my jaw.

“Good, then I’ll be your first and your last, Casey Larsen, and I’ll get to ruin you, baby, starting right fucking now.”

“You don’t get to regret this. You don’t get to regret me. I’ll let you run tonight, but get ready for me, baby. It’s go time tomorrow. You let me taste you. There’s no ending to this story where I don’t get it all.”

I gaped at him, because he sounded so serious.

“I’m still—I literally just broke up ...

“Bullshit. You and I both know this was inevitable, the kind of inevitable that gets tattooed on your skin until the day you die. I’m not going to be your...

didn’t want to keep comparing them, but I couldn’t help it. Gray had treated me as an afterthought at the two parties we’d gone to together, like he was doing me a favor when he paid attention to me instead of his friends. Parker treated me like I was the center of everything. Like I was the reason he was at the party to begin with.